...trust in Creation which is made fresh daily and doesnโt suffer in translation. This God does not work in especially mysterious ways. The sun here rises and sets at six exactly. A caterpillar becomes a butterfly. A bird raises its brood in the forest and a greenheart tree will only grow from a greenheart seed. He brings drought sometimes followed by torrential rains and if these things arenโt always what I had in mind, they arenโt my punishment either. Theyโre rewards, letโs say for the patience of a seed.
Barbara Kingsolver